Showing posts with label Stevie Hendon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stevie Hendon. Show all posts

Monday, 1 February 2016

Myra Hindley, S&M, a sex-shop brawl, a missing child and the Bisset Surprise



"I think about a world to come
Where the books were found by the Golden Ones"


It was the first outing in 2016 for "London's peerless gay literary salon" Polari on Friday, and I, Paul, little Tony, Wayne, Emma, Toby, Roland, Bryanne, Simon and the rest of the (impressively big for a pay-day Friday in January) audience were champing at the bit... As usual, our host Paul Burston was equally energised but, after a suitably muted tribute to (the mentor of all of us) David Bowie, it was time to introduce our readers for the evening.

Mr Stevie Henden read us a mere snippet from his new novel - Anna Himmel and the Gold Sovereign - (apparently based on a true story) Andy Blenkinsopp's Tale. A young gay man in 1960s Manchester goes cruising. A car pulls up, and a blonde woman with a man in the passenger seat offers him a threesome, which he almost accepts - were it not for an apparition wearing said gold sovereign, which warns him off. It didn't really take "Miss Marple" to work out the fact that the couple were the notorious Moors Murderers, and when the penny drops for Andy, he realises he has had a very lucky escape indeed. Although somewhat predictable, it did tease us with what all this has to do with the greater meaning of the apparition with the medallion...


[Photo: Tony Wood]

Next up, an author who is becoming a bit of a regular at Polari, Anya Nyx (or is it Tanith today?; we're never sure). Her story was another sinister one (from the short story anthology L is For...) - Frankie and other F-words: all about a lesbian S&M threesome that goes disastrously wrong, with blood, death and a flight from the authorities. I somehow doubt they will ask Cliff Richard to read the audio book.


[Photo: Tony Wood]

I was up to Mr Timothy Graves, therefore, to turn up the jollity factor, as he grabbed his friend and fellow thesp Penelope Maynard to join him for an extract from his new work Pharmakeia - here involving a three-way argument in a sex shop between the leading protagonist Mahvand, a prostitute and the tranny proprietor of the store. Of course:

[UPDATE 2024: the video that was on Mr Graves' blog here has been removed from the interwebs. No idea why.]

Wonderfully manic - and particularly appreciated by their acting tutor and mentor [who we were intrigued and overjoyed to spot in the audience; we spoke later], Hi-De-Hi's "Sylvia" - Miss Nicki Kelly herself!

With that level of excitement, we needed a break for a fag and a trip to the bar to recover.


[Photo: Tony Wood]

Part two brought on the "big guns". Ms Alex Marwood is always a joy, and her reading - from her latest blockbuster The Darkest Secret - definitely did not disappoint. It's a marvellously intriguing tale - full of horrid, selfish bastards, and the enduring mystery of what exactly did happen to the three-year-old girl who disappeared from her bedroom while the pampered adults in her wealthy father's coterie were preoccupied enjoying themselves in splendour? [Shades of the Madeleine McCann case, methinks.]

None other than best-selling Scottish crime writer Val McDermid described it thus: "A genuinely shocking thriller where nothing is what it seems. So good I wish I'd written it myself." The story's blurb doesn't begin to do it justice:
When identical twin Coco goes missing during a family celebration, a media frenzy breaks out. Her parents are rich and influential, as are the friends they were with at their holiday home by the sea, and the guests’ talent for publicity pushes the case into the public eye.

But what really happened to Coco? Over two intense weekends - the first when Coco goes missing and the second, twelve years later, at the funeral of her father - the darkest of secrets will gradually be revealed...
We loved it.



Finally, it was time for another gem of a writer and our "headliner", the novelist and literary critic Adam Mars-Jones. He read some rather fab passages from his latest book Kid Gloves, a memoir about his years of clashing wits with his homophobic father, a renowned High Court judge. From the Guardian review:
His lawyerly refutations of Adam’s sexual orientation include The Princely Parallel (“he assured me ... that the older woman procedure had done the trick for Prince Charles”) and The Bisset Surprise, according to which Adam cannot be gay because Dad alleges that he once played with himself during a Jacqueline Bisset film.

It takes a finely honed sense of the comic value of the everyday to survive these wounds. Mars-Jones concedes with magnificent understatement that “the dynamics between homophobic judge and publicly gay writer son, tolerating each other at least to the extent of sharing a roof, are probably not standard”. When 'The Penguin Book of Homosexual Verse' is published in 1983, Sir William asks pointedly if Adam has edited it. Mars-Jones sniffs: “If I did decide to use a pseudonym, I would try to do better than the name on the book’s cover, Stephen Coote.”
This was a marvellously erudite way to end a brilliant evening.



Our next outing for Polari will be its LGBT History Month special on 16th February, featuring our fave Jonathan Harvey at the top of the bill with his new novel The Secrets We Keep, none other than "Ida Barr" herself Chris Green, who has written a new book Overpowered! about the history of hypnosis; plus historian Jennifer Ingleheart, novelist Sarah Walton and poet David Clarke.

Should be fantabulosa, and provide the perfect opportunity to show off my glowing tan from our week in Spain!

Polari. We love it.

Thursday, 1 August 2013

Mysterious deaths, drag queens to the rescue, Fanny and the Hulk, grief, revenge, superhero sex and a long-list



It's been a bit of a busy few days - a leaving do/reunion, shopping, gardening, enjoying the sunshine (and storms)... and of course, work.

However John-John, Paul and I were shivering with anticip...ation as we trolled along to the last summer outing of "London's peerless gay literary salon" Polari, hosted by the equally peerless Mr Paul Burston, on Tuesday evening.



Why the particular excitement on this occasion? After all, Polari has been a regular fixture in my social calendar for five years. Uniquely, on this occasion we had a good friend to support, as our very own Ange Chan was making her debut as a reader rather than just a supporter...



After the familiarly flamboyant introductions from Mr B, our Ange took to the lectern to open the show. If she was nervous (and I guess she must have been), it didn't show, as she treated us to her marvellously pithy short story about a family estranged from one of their number, and the discovery by our heroine of his (her brother's) dead body in mysterious circumstances. Gripping stuff, and very well done indeed.

We were clapping like proud dads as she received well-deserved applause from the appreciative audience (that included usual suspects such as Val Lee, DJ Connell, Peter Daniels, Emma and Toby, Joe Storey-Scott, Krys Fitzgerald-Morris, little Tony and - a first for him - Ange's hubby Steve). The story itself and much more will be available via Ange's F***book page (link above) soon.



Next up was another newcomer, Stevie Hendon. He read for us a rather wonderful extract from his first book The Lost Boy, the Doodlebug and the Mysterious Number 80, a tangled web of relationships between gay men in 1970s London, dream fantasies and murder. However, the piece he chose for us was not as grim as that may sound - a hilarious account of the novel's protagonist, the young gay boy Charlie, his unfortunate decision to "lose his cherry" (while pissed) with a creepy pervert with a sling, and his triumphal rescue by a bevy of drag queens armed with dangerous stilettos!

It tickled me pink - and I hope to get around to reading more of these salacious adventures soon.



Our final reader in the first half was a familiar fave, the poet Neil Alexander. He read for us a typically varied selection of his excellent work (little of which is available online these days - one assumes because he is on the verge of a publishing deal), including a tribute to our heroines "Fanny and Stella", one about 80s AIDS campaigns, another about his recent redundancy, and this one - The Incredible Hulk:





After the break, it was the turn of the lovely VG Lee - not to perform any of her work, but to announce the eagerly-awaited long-list for this year's Polari First Book Prize!

The prize is for a first book which explores the LGBT experience and is open to any work of poetry, prose, fiction or non-fiction published in the UK in English within the twelve months of the deadline for submissions (this year Feb 1, 2013). Self-published works in both print and digital formats are eligible for submission. This year the prize has a new sponsor, Société Générale UK LGBT Network, who will be kindly donating £1000 prize money to the winner of this year's prize.

The Polari First Book Prize Longlist:
  • The January Flower by Orla Broderick
  • Five To One by Chris Chalmers
  • Counting Eggs by Peter Daniels
  • Realisations by Andie Davidson
  • The Governess by Rachael Eyre
  • The Murder Wall by Mari Hannah
  • Tony Hogan Bought Me An Icecream Float Before He Stole My Ma by Kerry Hudson
  • The Sitar by Rebecca Idris
  • Catching Bullets - Memoirs of a Gay Bond Fan by Mark O’Connell
  • Readings from the Book of Exile by Pádraig Ó Tuama
  • The Tale of Raw Head & Bloody Bones by Jack Wolf
What a list! Can't wait to find out how they whittle that down.

Anyhow, it was time to get back to the "show". And my word, what an excellent reader was in store...



Denise Marshall's book Soul Assassin is a harrowingly personal observation of one woman's reaction to her betrayal by a lover (whose affair is exposed by a very publicly reported terrorist atrocity at her place of work while she is elsewhere with another woman). Breathtaking in its honest depiction of the central character's grief and painful self-examination, Ms Marshall had the entire room transfixed in an eerie silence throughout the reading. An utterly superb, if emotionally draining experience.


[photo: http://krysphotos.co.uk/]

Breaking the tension somewhat, our star turn - and a rather gorgeous one at that - was Italy's premier gay author Marco Mancassola, here reading for the first time an extract in English from his best-seller The Erotic Lives of the Superheroes. A bizarre concept, taking the super-powered heroes of the classic comics and imagining them growing older, and focusing in particular on their intimate relationships.

In the first extract from his book, Mr Mancassola focused on the homoerotic first meeting of an out-gay Batman and the flawless teenage Robin. With his purring Italian accent, he could have read the telephone directory out loud and I still would have needed to mop down with a damp sponge. The piece itself was beautifully sensuous (as was his second extract starring the retired and sexually obsessed former "Mister Fantastic", who used to be able to stretch every part of his body - oo-er - but can do so no more), fascinating, and totally unique. We loved it.

And with the customary gathering of the night's readers back onto the stage, that, as they say, was that.



An utterly magnificent evening, as ever - and I am going to miss Polari until its return in September!



The next Polari is on 11th September and features Lois Walden, Bernardine Evaristo, Susie Boyt and Nick Field. The shortlist for the Polari First Book Prize 2013 will be announced.